Special thanks to Ann and Tig for their input.
Originally written 2003.

 

 

 

I had almost cancelled my trip with Jack. On the ride home to Arkansas from the Temple Week festivities, I had decided that maybe I should move our visit to the beginning of October. Give everyone a chance to recuperate. Buy myself some time. Or simply call in my apologies and not reschedule. Mentioned it in passing to Hando; he disagreed.

"No, I've told you already. You won't be available for visits or anything after next Friday for a long while. If you want some time with Captain Crunch, you better keep your appointment. Besides, I got things to do. You're in the way. The salty air will do you good. Get some of the stink off ya. Now hush and go to sleep. My turn to drive is next and I'm rooted." I paused in the semi-darkness, listening to the hum of the big rig wheels and the drone of the radio that Dom, driving, was listening to.

"Huh. Trying to get rid of me, eh? Got some hookers comin' over? I..."

"C'mere." He pulled me on top of his chest where we lay in the bunk. "Thought we had all this sorted out. You gonna hold that over my head, now? If you are, I got some interesting video of you and Dom that we should discuss." His hands were vice grips around my wrists.

"Ha!" I laughed. "I just want to know what you are up to." I put on my best southern belle flirt and batted my eyes. "Nope. Ain't gonna work. I'm working up animmunity to that. My biz is my biz. I might tell you later, if you're a good little girl," he replied in the most lascivious growl.

"And if I'm bad?" 

"Grrrrr...let me show you what you get..." Hando pulled the bunk curtains shut and preceded to show me...at great length (and width) what happens to naughty bints.

 

~~~ 

 

Hando had started it all a month before. Looking to the brothers to help in my recuperation, he sent out various emails, asking for assistance. Initially I was angry, as usual, at Hando's interference in my life - having learned about it in an email from Jack:

 

 

I simmered down and thought about it. Why not? I'd been riding the couch for so long, I was developing saddle sores. Maybe this is what I needed. Not that I'd ever admit it to Cue Ball.

 

 

 

 

 

Some time passed after the last communication, but not without some great strides in my recovery: 

 

 

 

Uh oh. Now I had probably gotten Uma in trouble. Perhaps she would thank me for it later. 

 

Looking back on those letters, I realize how confident I felt, hiding behind an email address. So easy to pretend I was the old me. The one that was in control and cool. Never showing my hand. Getting what I wanted, efficiently - completely.

The visit began like any other one, I suppose. My giddy excitement about being with a brother - alone. Pretending that he was all mine, if only for a while. Learning new things about their history and them as men, which always taught me something about myself...

Jack had emailed me excellent directions to the marina where the yacht was docked. I was able to find the slip without a hitch. The boat! What a beauty she was! Conspicuously flying the Union Jack. Sails, mast, - tickling the clouds in the sky.

I saw Jack, walking along the deck - checking the rigging, taking note of the wind direction and speed. I couldn't help but watch him. In his element. Where he belonged. Long flowing blonde hair tied at the nape. Tendrils teasing their way around his face. Sleeves rolled up around his muscular arms.

The realization of my probable inadequacy caused me to lower my eyes and step backwards. I really didn't know this man. Sure, I'd read a total of two of his books. I'd surfed the O'Brian websites, I'd read the diaries, but I'd never had the honor of hearing his history from him. Although we spent some decidedly frisky moments together on the cruise, he was with the old Teener then. The new "me" wasn't prepared for this. What did I think? I'd schedule a visit, hop on board and everything would be hunky-dory? I owed him more than a shell of a woman. How could I have let Hando talk me into this?

"Miss Teener?" Ahem... "Miss Teener? Are you quite alright?"

Embarassed. "Oh my! Jack, forgive me! I was only admiring your incredible ship, but I think I've been too hasty about..."

"Ah, allow me to stow your baggage aboard," he interrupted. "Come now, my dear...we have not a moment to lose. We must keep on schedule to make our destination!"

Dutifully, I followed him and began climbing down into the cockpit at the rear of the boat. Jack deftly lifted me down and eased me to my feet. I lingered in his personal space a bit longer than was appropriate. The air was thick and a bit uneasy between us. My hand still in his, he ever so slowly brought it to his lips and bowed forward in a display of politeness and gallantry. I was moved, but not by the gesture. It was the way he took control of the situation...no, it was more than that... Before I could complete the thought, my knees began to buckle.

"Whoopsie!" he chuckled as he grabbed my waist. "You must be positively exhausted after your drive, my dear. Please, go below and sort yourself while I prepare to make sail."

Right. Go below. Sort myself. Calgon - take me away? 

I nodded and shuffled forward in the direction he pointed. 

Placing my things in the aft cabin, I gave myself a tour. Galley. Living area where the boat's control panels were. Head. The Main Stateroom. Definitely Jack's sleeping quarters. Odd shaped large bed that spanned a good deal of the triangular shaped room. His violin case leaned in the corner. A chair, his jacket laying over the arm. Very masculine feel to this area. I don't think I'd ever seen so much teak in a limited space. The galley, my cabin, Jack's quarters, the salon - they all had a marvelously well-crafted touch. I felt like I a child who was in a place that yelled "look but don't touch!" Gathering my wits and determined to not let Jack down, I marched myself into the head and freshened up.

Jack's voice called to me on the intercom, asking me to come up top, if I was ready. 

Ready as I'll ever be. 

In the cockpit, I busied myself by memorizing my surroundings - the smells, the sights, the temperature, my feelings at that precise moment. The consummate teacher, Jack had me sit in the "captain's chair" and began giving me a run down of everything he was doing and why.

"I shall never get used to these combustible engines on a boat, my word." I'm not sure if he made the comment for my benefit or not, because he seemed to enjoy the ease with which he was able to steer through the marina out to the open sea.

"...and I thought we would take in the sights. Does that settle well with you, my dear? I am so happy that you are here with me!" 

I had lost myself - again - while observing him. His voice, his hand gestures, the cocksure way he carried himself. He could have told me that we were going to Mars, never to return and I would have nodded "yes" just as long as I had view of him. The hair. One of the many things that makes him so different from the rest of the brothers. But the one thing that is the most obvious to the casual observer: His scars visible on his face and arms. Not unlike mine, but more than likely achieved in a more brave manner than my wounds.

My opinion of the visit was changing. 

"Sounds fine to me, Captain. I will have to trust you, no?" I dreamily responded just like a school girl ogling the new substitute hunk, I mean teacher. 

Jack caught on to my meaning, what would he say - "smoked" it? "Yes, you must trust me." His voice at least an octave lower, eyes penetrating, body towering.

Oh my. 

"Ahem. Like the flag, Captain." Anything to divert his attention. 

"Yes, only a Union Jack for his ship. Have I ever told you the history of the flag? I am sure I have not...the design is actually three different flags, you see..."

Not that I had given it much thought, but I was interested in the explanation - especially when he was the storyteller. He placed his arm around me, leaning down so that our cheeks were nearly touching, and pointed his hand in front of us, illustrating his remarks with hand gestures. I likened it to a father placing himself at the same eye level as his child - to talk with her, not to her. It was an endearing trait of Jack's that I found to be considerably intimate and somewhat unnerving. I couldn't concentrate on his words for relishing his body warmth, his breath on my cheek, his scent... Christ - does he always smell this...good?

It should have been simple. Just turn my head and kiss him. That's all I had to do. Show him my interest in things beside the flag that he was rattling on about.

Easier said than done. 

Sigh. It seems that the red cross is the St George's cross, for England. The diagonal red cross is St. Patrick's Cross for Northern Ireland. The blue background and white diagonal cross is St. Andrew's Cross for Scotland. At least I think I remembered that correctly.

 

~~~ 

 

Our first evening was spent on board, sailing east along the coastline straight through to a place called Apalachicola Bay. We were far enough from the coast that land was barely in sight. Jack treated me to several of his battle stories. I was awe-stricken by this bigger than life character. Had that ever happened to me before with a brother? No. I pursued each of them in my forward way. Me?

Seduce Jack? Not likely. Something about his presence commanded me to be demure and shy. Shy! I couldn't form a complete sentence without stumbling across my tongue. I kept losing my train of thought, apologizing for sounding like an idiotic baboon.

Silently reviewing my actions and words. Attempting to grasp my situation - as I had learned from hours and hours of psychiatrist couch time. I'd been around

Jack before. What was wrong with me? How does Ann or Uma - or any of the rest of them stand being this close to him without throwing themselves at his feet and begging him to take them like a nasty wench? That was when it hit me. I'd never been alone with him. Each time I'd been in his company, so had other sisters and brothers. If not in the same room, then in the general vicinity. Never before had his total attention been directed at me. It's as if the other people present helped buffer his intensity.

Yeah, it sounded like a good excuse, eh? 

I couldn't lie to myself like that. I'd finally met the brother whose ying was just too much for my yang. Every time I tried to find my inner dominatrix to take control of the situation, she lay her whip down and kneeled. Wimp.

So, there I was - all alone with Captain Jack Aubrey. 

"Are you quite alright? You seem a bit distant. Have I done something to..." Touching his hand with mine and feeling a jolt of electricity, I interrupted, 

"No - I'm just... I find that...I am..." 

I turned away, rising from my place on the blanket that had served as our table for supper on the forward deck. I picked up a couple of soiled dishes, falling back on my domesticity in an awkward situation.

"Miss Teener, that can wait. Here, have another glass of wine and rest yourself against the rail." 

Quickly drawing attention away from my uneasiness, he lay a polite distance next to me and pointed to the sky. "There - aren't they magnificent? What do you know of them?"

I answered that I only remembered a couple of things from my days in the Girl Scouts. 

"Ah, well then - pay attention...I shall teach you a thing...or two..." 

It was amazing how my wine glass kept magically refilling itself. Hours went by before the astronomy lesson ended and the teaching of bawdy sailor songs began. I couldn't believe how crude the just recent polite Jack could really be. It was wonderful. I kept repeating the nasty little songs over and over, intent on remembering them for later use.

"Surely you must know one, at the very least?" he asked me. 

"Uh, *hic* yes, I know one, but it's not dirty like yours." 

"Come, come now, let me hear it." 

I refused but his insistence was more than I could stand. 

"Put your fingers in your ears, Long John Silver, this could get ugly!" 

"Oh, ha ha ha - just get on with it before I have you flogged for insolence." 

Oh, he was three sheets to the wind indeed... 

Flogging... now there is an idea...

"Come on! For Lucky Jack! Sing, little bird!" 

I opened my mouth to sing, but all I remember was hearing a dull thud, and then all faded to black. 

 

~~~ 

 

Blurry blurry blurry vision. A pounding head. Bacon? Frying? 

Ewwww. 

What was that? Violins? Cellos? Christ, my head. 

I was lying on a bed - still in my clothes from the day before. A blanket had been placed over me. There were no other signs of another sharing the space with me - the covers were in perfect order other than the place I was deposited.

Grinding my palms into my eye sockets, I willed my eyes to quit playing games and allow me vision to all of my surroundings. 

I was in the forward cabin - Jack's cabin. Well, those arrangements weren't exactly discussed prior to my magnificent intake of wine last night. Surely it would have been easier for him to put me in the aft cabin - it was closer to the stairs.

"Ah my dear, you are finally awake!" He almost posed it as a question. One that 

I was still asking myself. Was he always so freaking cheerful in the morning? Did he have to play that music so loudly on the boat's sound system? 

"Yes...sorry...what...err...is that smell?"

"That smell is your breakfast cooked exactly the way that your painted fellow directed." 

Here we go again, I thought. 

"Jack, please don't tell me that Hando pinned a note to my shirt for this visit too?" 

"My apologies, but I do not understand..."

"Did Hando give you the Babysitting Teener rundown?" I tossed in an intentionally jagged way. 

His jaw set. "If I gather correctly from your tone, Miss Teener, that you are questioning if he contacted me and gave me orders for this mission, I assure you that is not the case. I contacted him. I sought out to know what your culinary likes and dislikes are. And, if you must know - I was concerned about your health in light of your recent experiences. My most humble apologies for questioning..."

That is what I get for thinking. And being so hung over. Jack's previously light manner was now soiled into a cold and insulted one. "Oh Jack...no no no! I am the one who is sorry! Please forgive? I'm just...I...don't have an excuse. I am being a rude guest."

My stomach lurched at the aroma of scrambled eggs. 

I burst past him and went into the head, relieving my body of nearly everything I put into it in the past 24 hours. Jack called after me, to make certain that I was still alive. I called back to him asking for a few moments alone.

I showered, borrowing Jack's shampoo and soap, as my things were...not handy. Amazingly enough, I felt perfectly fine afterwards. My stomach even growled at the lingering smell of breakfast. Jack had placed my duffel bag on the bed - I pulled out fresh clothes, dressed hurriedly at the request of my appetite and bound into the now empty galley.

Where did Jack go? 

I noticed a napkin-covered plate on the counter near the stove. Scrambled eggs and cheese, lightly browned toast, and bacon - fried perfectly. I spied some single serving orange juices in the cooler, grabbed one and my plate and fork and went up top to seek out my most gracious host.

He was standing alone on the aft deck, his back to me. I strolled to him, precariously carrying my food, guarding it from the wind. I sat on the bench and crossed my legs underneath me in my typical comfortable seated position. I ate, quietly mewing at the perfection of the food. Still turned away from me, hands clasped behind his back, he spoke, "Are you feeling better, my dear?"

"Yessir. Can you forgive me for being an unworthy guest, Jack? You've been nothing but a gentleman to me - and a wonderful cook to boot. Please don't hold my weak..."

He turned to face me and it happened again. I lost it. My thoughts, my confidence, everything. "...ness...ummm. So, where to today Captain? I arose and broke eye contact grasping for composure.

And so it went. Me floating around the outskirts of sanity by keeping my distance from the object of my immediate desire, frustrated by the loss of myself in his presence. Jack was left to wonder what his next move should be, or if any advance was appropriate at all.

It was clear that he had this entire seduction scene mapped out, fueled by the randy email I had sent him. All I was supposed to do was play along. Dino was right. I am a prick tease.

 

~~~ 

 

I spent the day sunning myself while contemplating the stalemate I had created. 

In my mind, I could solve this problem by walking right up to the ponytailed one, declaring my compounded need to feel his skin upon mine, pull his hair free from its binds and have it trail along my torso, to have him take me with the full authority of a man in full control of all that he sees.

Ah, but there lies my quandary. I was a big talker when my audience was myself. 

Making it a reality with this man would require me to overcome my biggest obstacle. Me. 

I looked up towards where Jack had been standing at the wheel, lost in his own thoughts about the sea, his past, and Ann, no doubt - but he wasn't there. I craned my neck up and still didn't see him. I had decided that maybe he had gone below, when I was startled by his touch.

His hands, smoothing suntan lotion across my shoulders. I tensed for only a moment, and then gave into his voice, at my ear - easing me into a putty-like substance. It occurred to me that I had been visibly struggling to reach my back when I initially applied the first layer of lotion earlier. Jack, sly dog, had been keenly watching me.

"Trust me." 

"I can't." 

"Why?" His lips running along my neck. 

"I'm scared of you." Not the best reason, but the only one I could verbalize. 

"God's teeth! What on earth for? What have I done?" He hastily retreated from my personal space and sat a fair distance away. Concern written all over his face.

"Jack, I'm feeling completely new at all this. I don't know what to say or what to do. I do hope you didn't have your heart set on a visit with the old Teener, because she is gone. I immediately wished I could suck all those words back in my mouth. I had shown my hand. Bad move, Tina, my dear.

"Those blemishes do not define one's soul, you know." He caught me - once more. 

While I had been explaining myself, I was also absentmindedly tracing the scars on my arms - idly running my finger along the ones on my face. Jack had noticed me doing the same thing at supper the night before. I suppose they were part of a new nervous habit. The scars had become familiar little grooves. Not repulsive as they once were - to me. I thought back to my reaction once I became aware of them...after my surgery...before the prescription drug addiction. Smashing mirrors. The helpless look on Hando's face. Another lifetime, it seems to me now. Maybe that is what these ridges in my skin were to me now. Proof that I had survived. Proof that I was still here.

No matter how I validated them, it still didn't help my anxiety when around strangers. A simple trip to the grocery store was a difficult one if I didn't have my ball cap and glasses - long sleeved shirt and pants. A far cry from my preferred state of dress. The cutoff shorts. Cropped tops. I probably attracted more attention when I covered myself up, trying to hide.

Far away in my thoughts, Jack leaned in and ran a rough and scarred finger along my arm - tickling me. I smiled and pulled my arm away. You are too kind, Jack, really. You've been very patient with me. It's not you that I'm scared of. It's me. Maybe I rushed into this visit? I only wish that I could give you the spunky Teener that you remember from our cruise, I feel like I'm slighting you because I..."

"Say no more..." 

When Jack speaks with such authority, you listen. 

I jumped at his words. 

"I just mean that we..." *Ahem* He toned down a bit and began again, realizing that he had startled me. "What say we start over?" What is it that Mr. Thorne says? "All cards on the deck, 'er table?"

"Sounds like a plan, Captain." 

"Jack - just Jack for this voyage." We smiled at each other. 

 

~~~ 

 

Sitting beside one another later that afternoon...

Jack taking a lingering sip of his port. Me, from my longneck Bud Light. I had noticed Jack doing a fair amount of pacing earlier, perhaps thinking about our short conversation. It seemed he was up to something, but wouldn't spill when I pressed. Trying to draw him out, I began asking silly questions about the boat, the sea, the battles he fought - anything to get him talking.

Each query seemed to exasperate him a little more - as if I was disturbing his concentration. I bit my lip when he snapped an answer at me. The wheels began turning. Analyzing the situation. Sadly, I deduced that not everyone in the game was intended to "hit it off" and be lovers or even pals. Could that be what was happening? Was the old Teener more interesting to him? The thought made my heart sink. Yes, it was bound to happen eventually with one of the brothers - but why now? We were on a boat - alone - miles from shore. I couldn't just pick up and leave.

It figures. 

What to do? Make the best of it? Grin and bear it? My first post-trauma visit, and I had failed. I emptied the beer bottle and made for the galley to get another. Jack nodded at my offer to refill his glass.

For a man of Jack's size, he is a stealthy one when he wants to be. Perhaps I was entirely too wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't hear him. Plowing directly into his chest as I turned from fishing a bottle from the cooler, I opened my mouth to curse him for scaring the bejesus out of me. I was stopped short by the seriousness of his features. Determined. Resolute. Unyielding. Not something I've witnessed from him, directed at me.

With a nervous twitch of his hand as he leaned against the galley doorway, towering over me, he spoke: "I shall not fly false colors, my dear." Pausing to clear his throat. "I find you tantalizing and delicious." Momentarily dropping his eyes to the floor and then back to mine. "Your recent troubles and the faults that they have rendered in your outer hull, as it were, only endear you to me all the more."

He bent towards me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and my own rising from my face... And elsewhere...

What was he doing? It was obvious he was uncomfortable with himself, but I... "As much as the 'old Teener', as you call her, intrigued me...the one standing before me now makes me desire things that are not for your ears, Miss Tina."

Narrowing my eyes at him, he blinked. The light bulb came on and the bells sounded. I curled my mouth into a knowing grin as tears welled in my eyes. When a man dares to go outside his comfort zone to give a woman what he thinks she wants - well, I'm not afraid to say that I think it's the most romantic thing on earth.

I hadn't given Jack enough credit. He remembered our conversation from an early morning skinny dip during the cruise months ago. He had inquired about the "mongrel" with whom I co-habitate. What did I see in him? What were his redeeming qualities? I thought he was only making chit-chat. It didn't occur to me that he was absorbing what I told him. "Hando is direct. When he wants something, he takes it. When he has something to say, he says it. I admire a man like that. It's a turn on, when done right." It had been the truth. Of course, I could have gone into explicit detail regarding the other things l love about Hando, but I decided against it. Jack appreciated that, I'm sure.

Prepared to tell him that he could stop the charade - that I appreciated it more than he would ever know, he caught me off guard when he captured my lips in his. "Oh Jaaaack..."

I was being boarded...exquisitely. Without a word, he hoisted me into his arms and carried me purposefully into his stateroom. Before placing me on the bed he commented, "Are my arrangements not to your liking? I noticed you had placed your things in the other cabin and not in here, why?"

I shrugged. 

"Do not be fooled and think I am a chivalrous man, my dear. You've selected the wrong brother for that. Your place is here with me. In my bed...at my will. Now, I desire you to entertain me...as only you can."

Whoa. I gulped. As stated before, when Jack commands, you obey. His words were direct, but his eyes belied his voice. He was playing this moment-to-moment.

Unsure. Not in his element at all. 

I began slowly removing my clothes, as I knew he liked. More recollection of the skinny-dipping heart-to-heart. I had teased him about his hearty appetite for wenching and was reprimanded and lectured on the importance and seriousness of a healthy partaking of such women. I too remembered what he shared with me. He sat on the other side of the stateroom in his chair, legs splayed to accommodate his growing need. Pupils dilated. Primal grin playing across his lips as he licked them. Yes, it seemed that I was pleasing him.

When I had successfully removed all my clothing, I crawled towards him. 

"No, little one. Your hair. Let it down." 

Nice touch, Jack - I wanted say. I wouldn't dare disturb the mood. I smiled at him and complied. 

"Yessss. Now, come...kneel here." Jack pointed to the space between his knees. "Help me remove my clothing." Hando would have been proud of his big brother.

My fingers reached for the buttons on his shirt, but his hands captured my wrists and lowered them to his crotch. "Free me here, first." Second guessing himself, his face softened and he loosened his grip. I tilted my head to the side and winked. My eyes pleaded with him not to stop.

I placed a gentle squeeze on the hardness under my hands. He closed his eyes and inhaled. I purposefully moved slowly, taunting him. "Come on, girl...quit dawdling!" he commanded. He opened one eye and peeked down at me. Still trying to gauge his success at his performance.

I peeled his fly open and paused as his cock sprang forward. Gently, but firmly, he directed my head down to his lap. "Attend me. Do not be afraid." His voice a brusque whisper.

Clueless as to how aroused I was, I nearly came when I had filled my mouth with him. 

"Yes, that is it. That is just the thing," he groaned. Jack threw his head back, resting it on the chair. I worked him, using both of my hands - savoring the feel and the taste of this man. Blissfully lost in the excitement. Willing to do anything for him, knowing that soon, he would touch me... there. It was why I didn't become alarmed when he muttered her name. How could I? I was witnessing a man conversing intimately through fantasy with the woman he loved. How could that not turn me on even more? Stepping up my intensity, I heard him protest somewhere in the back of my mind - but I was too far down the ramp to stop. Jack exploded in my throat with a forceful cry. I fell back, leaning on the bed. Sweat was pouring off both of us.

Catching his breath, "I see that the old Teener has not been lost, my dear...but merely hiding. You have conquered me."

Wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I crawled back onto the bed. "Enough games, Jack." Reclining on the pillows, I beckoned, "Love me ... as Jack would."

Quietly, he arose, stripping off the rest of his clothes. Prowling onto the bed, he lifted my foot and placed a kiss on my toe. He trailed his way to my twitching bundle of energy, making me mad with need. With all the fervor of

Lucky Jack Aubrey, he feasted at my table, giving me such pleasure. Filling me deliriously full of the desire to have him inside. 

Moving up my body, splaying my legs wide, positioning himself at my hungry opening. Sliding forward. Reveling in my gasp at his size. Pumping methodically, driving me to swear unlike any man he's ever sailed with. Rolling us over so that I could straddle him, ride him, grind myself on him. His hands and fingers burned a path along my hips, sides, breasts - squeezing, massaging. Sitting up, he pushed me backwards - none to easily - and turned me onto my side. Laying behind me, he pulled my leg over his and slowly pushed in from behind. Embracing me with his arms. Kissing my neck and my shoulder. Whispering secrets in my ear. Making love to me with a practiced technique - much like he plays his violin.

I napped and awoke alone. Satisfied, relaxed. My bones mere jelly in my body. 

Curious as to Jack's whereabouts, I wrapped his shirt around me and went up top. 

 

At the wheel. Wearing only his pants and a sated smile. Hair flowing freely in the wind. I could have watched him until the sun sank in the horizon, but I was overcome with want ... to feel his skin on mine. I went to him. Curling myself around him from behind, pressing my breasts to his back, I sighed.

"Your insistence on distracting the Captain of a vessel while he is on duty will find you receiving swift discipline, Miss Teener." 

"Oh? Of what sort?" 

"This..."

He whipped me around and sat me atop the cabin. 

"Lay back and accept your punishment." 

I grinned, salaciously, I might add. I was amazed to see that our previous hours of play had not weakened his constitution. He stepped forward, pushing his shirt away from my body. Jack lifted my legs, pulling my ass to the edge, and resting my heels on his shoulders.

"Such a beautiful instrument of pleasure, your body." 

I was about to comment about his own incredible instrument but he took my breath away when he entered me again. So soon, too soon after our recent coupling. I could see that taking me in the wide open, on his boat in such a manner was a meaningful, alpha male experience for him. Something Hando would do. The sight of him lost in is own pleasure made me forget about my soreness and just ride the experience out for him. Behind him, I could see the sun set. Nature's beauty. The gift of this extraordinary man. My emotions carried me away and tears streamed down my cheeks.

When Jack was done with me, he lowered my legs and laid his head on my stomach, apologizing for the forwardness. "Perhaps you need a chaperone on this trip, my dear. It seems that the sight of you - your hair mussed from our coupling, and you wearing my shirt, emerging from my bed has turned me into a complete cad."

I smiled, and filed that away. 

"I like you that way...it suits you." I winked slid down to my feet. Shall we get cleaned up and see what you've stocked in the galley?"

"Oh, but yes, Miss Teener! I am famished!" 

 

~~~ 

 

It had been too long since I had an easy, unencumbered visit like this one had become. As we approached our destination for a couple of days of sightseeing, shopping, and eating, we wiled away the time discussing our lives, debating politics, shagging unmercifully. When Jack breached the subject of my impending marriage the next week, I lost my voice.

"My apologies. Is this not a subject you care to discuss with a brother?" he taunted playfully. 

"Oh Jack, I could talk to you about anything, I feel. I just know that many of you don't think much of Hando and enjoy making jokes at his expense. I'd prefer not to give you the platform to do so at this moment."

"Yes, the man is a scrub, but he is nonetheless my brother. I take a fair amount of abuse from him as well, do I not?" 

"Yes." 

"I swear upon all that is holy, I will not make derogatory comments about Hando, that is - if you want to talk about it." 

I considered Jack for a moment. A man of distinct morals and integrity. The way he spoke of Ann and the intensity in his manner when I brought her up in conversation - with all his uniqueness, he did harbor one trait I have found common in all the brothers (besides their looks and the size of their dicks).

There is an air about him that tells me he would easily compromise his character for someone he truly loved. Men such as him don't love easily. I see the same thing in Hando when we are in the private company of one another. I was indeed comparing and contrasting him to Hando, as I do all of the brothers at one time or another. I don't know if it's possible not to. Hando has become my center. The point from which I parallel all other men. Was that a good thing?

"Maybe later, Jack..."

 

~~~ 

 

Jack. What an agreeable soul he was. Soon after docking in the bay the next morning, we found a café and breakfasted. I was pouring over maps of the town and calendars of events that were posted by the entryway. He told me that the day was mine - whatever sights and activities I wanted, we would do. I'm sure that would have been without saying, but I admit I like my ego stroked. Thinking back to that morning, I realized that it was the first time - one of many, I hope - that my scars didn't dictate my public agenda. Maybe I subconsciously thought about them and decided I didn't care. Whatever happened, I'd like to believe that it wouldn't have been so without Jack's shoulder bolstering my confidence.

Tough choices. So much I wanted to do, but I didn't want to rush. I truly wanted this to be a trip of circumstance. Nothing planned, just do what we wanted. No strings.

No strings? Where did that sentiment come from? Hando. Ann. The way he felt with her. Was that the same? To be completely relaxed with no emotional encumbrances?

I finished my coffee and decided that I positively had to do the walking tour of the historic district. There was also a hot rod car show a little ways down the coast. Although that would have been right up Hando and Dom's alley, I decided that Jack would be exponentially bored. Even though Jack deemed the day as mine, it wouldn't mean much to me if Jack didn't find some sort of personal enjoyment in it as well.

The stroll through Apalachicola's historic district was positively wonderful. The houses and buildings dated back to 1830. I'd never in my life seen so many magnolia trees with their huge white blooms. Cotton was the town's biggest export as it was for many southern sprawls near the ocean and the Mississippi River in that day. I couldn't get enough of the Victorian style houses. I had often visited Victorian Village in Memphis, especially during the holidays when they were decorated to the gills and would host small chamber orchestras for the season. Being in the Bay with Jack intensified my gentle wonderment at a time in history long ago. He was more than happy to explain his views on America during his time. I had become so caught up in our debating that Jack had to remind me that there were other things to do and the day would not wait for us.

But, that he would be happy to sit on the park bench and talk until the sun left the sky if that is what I desired. 

Indeed. I'm sure he would. 

An older couple at one of the houses we toured had suggested the mini-golf course at the end of the street. I laughed out loud when they said that "all the young people your age love mini-golf". If they only knew.

Age aside, Jack took up the game quite well. A little too well, if you ask me. What is the mini-golf equivalent of "pool shark"? Whatever it is, Jack is one of 'em. I'll not tell you what I had to do, losing the wager as I did. And I can only pray that Jack is enough of a gentleman not to share those details either. The mini-golf park also included a decent size bumper boat pool that I shamed Jack into joining with me. "Thought you said today was mine, Jack?"

"Yes, it is yours. I shall watch from here while you enjoy yourself." 

"Erm, no. That means that you have to play with me, Jack." Needless to say, I ran circles around him, splashing and bumping his boat around. The bellowing laughter could be heard back in Louisiana, I was sure.

 

~~~ 

 

"Miss Teener, dear. Did you not say that you wanted to do a spot of fishing on this trip?" 

I'd forgotten! "Yes! Oh yes, Jack! Can we?" It was then that I noticed the charter fishing boats lined up along the pier as we strolled along. 

"Wait here. I need to discuss a bit of business with that fellow over there." I watched as he made his way over and started an animated conversation with a Salty Dawg near one of the seemingly more well-fished charter boats.

Moments later, Jack motioned me over and introduced me to Captain Reed, fishing guide and owner of the vessel that would take us to some prime fishing spots.

Fishing! I'd missed it! Yes, this type of fishing was much different from the creek-side type that I had enjoyed in Arkansas, but still! 

Jack joined me but for a short while. He seemed more interested in carrying on - trading tall tales with Captain Reed. It was fine with me. I was in my zone. The zone I'd forgotten about. The place I needed to be. Calm. Focused. Feeling viable.

I considered buying my own fresh water boat. I could keep it at Horseshoe Lake back home and escape there when I needed. Wonder if Hando would like to fish? I know Dominic does.

As Jack had said, the day didn't wait for us, and soon it was time to dock at the pier. Jack had quite the jolly at watching me help Captain Reed clean the fish I caught. Although it wasn't a requirement and the captain would have been happy to do it alone, it didn't seem proper fisherman etiquette for the fisherman to just stand and watch. When we were done, I had a nice size ice chest full of fillets: Redfish, Flounder, Striped Bass, and Snapper. The only one I recognized when I caught it was the bass. Captain Reed and Jack had to tell me what the rest were. How comical it was to hear them both answer,

"Yes?" when I would call "Captain! What is this???" 

Jack suggested we stay at a shore-side bed and breakfast for the night. I couldn't argue. I was exhausted from the sun and the fishing. Insisting that I shower and rest at the small house, he returned to his boat, taking my ice-packed catch to stow. He said he would return later with our necessities after he worked out an overnight arrangement to anchor his boat in the bay.

On autopilot, I showered, rolled myself into a towel, and curled up for a nap on the impressive four-poster bed. Just a short nap before supper would suffice. Twenty minutes later I awoke with a start. Disoriented by my unfamiliar surroundings, I experienced what must have been a mild panic attack. The overwhelming need to hear Hando's voice was all consuming. I fished my cell phone out of my purse and tried his mobile number. No dice. Not wanting to talk to his voicemail, I called HDC Motors to see if he was still there. Dominic answered and explained that Hando had been out on errands all day. "Hey, baby - miss ya. How are ya?" Dom cooed.

Irritated and not in the mood to deal with Dom's crush, I ended the call hastily. 

My last resort was his home phone. Of course, he wasn't there either. At the last second, I decided to leave him a message on the machine. Told him that I missed him. Told him I was glad he made me go. Told him that Jack had been excellent company and that our retreat on the boat had taught me a few things about myself.

Sad that I didn't get to hear his voice, I ended the call. I rolled over hugged the lifeless pillow and went to sleep. 

 

~~~

 

Stretching like a sated kitten hours later, I peeked from one eye and saw the take-out food boxes from a local bar and grill sitting on the table across the room. Confused, I focused on the clock on the dresser. 11:15 PM! Oh no! I was in bed alone. Where was Jack? The covers hadn't been disturbed except where I had lay. In a frenetic state, I rolled off the bed and tumbled to the floor.

"Miss Teener? Are you quite alright? (is it me, or does he ask that question of me a lot?) Dear me..." He quickly ran over to give me aid.

"Jack, I'm sorry! Why didn't you wake me? I just..."

"No, no - you looked like a tiny angel on a cloud sleeping in that bed. I could not disturb you. Not to worry. I have had my supper, but yours is waiting for you over there..."

"Yes, I saw it. It's my feet, Jack - they are tangled up in the sheets." He unwrapped me from my binds. Feeling his large coarse hands on my legs sent a pink blush across my body. I'm sure I looked like a street urchin with my hair askew from sleeping on it while it was wet.

"Jack? Where were you? I woke up and couldn't find you." 

"On the terrace - through those glass doors. Lovely view of the sea. I feared that my sawing awoke you." 

"Sawing?" 

"My instrument, Miss Teener - my violin." 

I giggled. "I must have been very tired, Jack. I can't remember the last time I've slept so soundly without the aid of drugs. And I...umm..."

I lost the power of speech when I noticed what he was wearing. A gauzy-thin sand colored shirt. Sleeves rolled up. Unbuttoned. Bare chest beneath. Loose fitting lounge shorts. Blue. Ocean blue. I'm sure there wasn't anything else underneath them but...Jack. His hair was tied back but the band was about to fall out of it. I helped it the rest of the way.

"Miss Teener? Are you hungry?" 

I gulped. "Yes. It would seem that I am." 

"Would you like to take your meal out on the terrace? It is splendid out tonight. The trees provide just enough protection from the wind." 

I narrowed my eyes at him and bit my lower lip. My nipples had grown painfully hard. I must say, since my recovery from the damage...down there...I find that while my drive came back gradually, it did return differently. The things that once were incidental in my liaisons with men were now the driving force. A glance. A voice. An innuendo. If I didn't satisfy this crave very soon, I felt that I would explode.

He angled his chin down, devouring me with the desire in his eyes. "We must lose not a moment." 

With a speed that would impress Cort, he whisked me up into is arms, sheet and all. Making a momentary stop by the table to grab a box of food, he carried me out onto the terrace. Unbelievably cozy. It was private, yet wide open all at the same time. With the efficiency and grace of a practiced ballet, he lowered me to my feet, sat on the chaise, and paused as I climbed to straddle his lap.

Peeling the sheet from around my shoulders, he unwrapped his late night snack. I allowed the crisp whiteness to pool around my waist. Jack lifted his wine glass from the nearby table and offered me a drink. I took a sip, eyes never leaving his. He tilted the glass and allowed the red wine to waterfall down my chest and over my breasts.

"Now look at what I have done. I must clean my mess." 

Using his tongue, he laved every inch of my wine soiled skin - sucking and nipping until all traces were gone. My stomach growled audibly and Jack chuckled. "Miss Teener - grab the box there...beside you."

I leaned up and then over. Very aware that Jack was pushing his shorts out of the way. Wanting direct contact of his skin and mine. I smiled and pulled the box closer. Lifting up, I braced my hands on his shoulders and slid down over his turgid velvety manhood. Reveling in the pause to adapt to his size, I closed my eyes and felt my muscles stretch and grip him. I could hear his sounds of approval. A growl. A hiss of air through his teeth.

"My dear, open your eyes. In his hand was a piece of fried chicken that he had removed from the bone and was preparing to feed me. "Open wide." 

"I'm open as far as I can, Jack. It's just too large." 

"Certainly you can manage it, sweet Teener. You have been most accommodating for me thus far." 

I opened my mouth and Jack placed the meat squarely on my tongue. I enclosed his fingers in my lips and sucked the juice from them as he withdrew. 

Undulating his hips lazily, I found his rhythm and joined in as he fed bits of chicken and seasoned potato sticks to me. 

Sweat running in rivulets down his forehead, he managed a controlled gait. "Your appetite, am I satisfying it?" 

"Completely." 

"Are you finished with your meal?" 

"Hardly." I leaned in and sucked his top lip into my mouth, tasting wine and apple pie. That must have been his dessert before his late night snack, I mused. 

"That was a nice appetizer. What is the main course?" I saw the electricity spark in his eyes. He shoved the rest of the take out food off the chaise and rolled me underneath him, never missing a beat. Shrugging his shirt from his shoulders and removing his shorts, he positioned himself so that he was resting over me on his elbows.

I could swim in his eyes for an eternity, I thought. Jack was not long before relinquishing his control to the base desire within. His words were more and more disjointed, thoughts jumbled. How exciting to watch a man such as Jack become a primitive animal. My own body was responding to those thoughts and his actions. So close, I was.

Jack's hair was flipped over to one side of his shoulder. His perspiration mingled with mine. That coupled with the thick scent of sex permeating the air drove us both into a frenzy. Wild, uninhibited, we fucked.

Without any courtesy to the other guests at the bed and breakfast, nor anyone who may have been within earshot below our 2nd story terrace, we were vocal in our ecstasy.

Moments and relaxed breaths later, Jack moved to lay beside me - gathering my trembling body to his. "My dear, how was your meal?" He smiled even before I could answer.

"Incredibly filling, I have to say." 

"Oh, ha ha ha ha !"- he bellowed and nearly rocked me from the chaise. 

 

~~~

 

What a lovely quaint town Apalachicola Bay was. After subjecting Jack to a fair amount of shopping and other male indignities, I allowed him to select the restaurant for our supper. I'd never seen a person eat an entire four course meal, and then finish mine, but this IS Jack I am with. Not wanting to end our night early, he suggested we go to a nearby bar for a drink. He knew me too well already. I certainly was one to enjoy an after-dinner cocktail.

Walking into a busy, jumping tavern, he bustled us up to the bar and ordered for me. We talked about the highlights of our trip. How sad we felt because it was drawing to a close. The chances of doing it again, but bringing our significant others along. Or maybe just do a similar trip again. Just us. Longer visit. It wasn't long before it happened.

As I mentioned earlier, I'd forgotten about my appearance - my blemishes. Being with Jack made me feel like a beautiful lady. Being with him made me feel like I could be me. I'm sure I cried out loud when I heard the words.

"Hey man, where'd you find her at? A sausage packing plant?" The smart-aleck man elbowed Jack in a ribbing fashion. "Oh, I get it - she's one that needs a little attitude adjustment. I got one at home like that too. Gotta keep them in line. You try to lay off the face, but sometimes they just deserve it, huh?"

"Come on, Jack - let's go back to the boat. I'm ready to leave." I mumbled. Any other time, I would have jumped up and knocked a guy like that in the head with my beer bottle, but I was more disappointed that I was causing this scene for Jack. I know they were just words, but they were my reality. One I'd been hiding from with Jack. I was an embarrassment for him. It was time to end the fantasy.

"My dear, please, finish your drink and give me a moment." What transpired next seemed to go in slow motion. Jack punched the burly redneck square in the nose, then picked him up and dropped him across his knee - dropping him to the floor. Jack stood erect, straightened his collar and sat back on his stool. "My good man, another refill, if you please," Jack requested of the dumbfounded bartender.

None of the loud mouth's friends stood to avenge their partner. After a glare from the Captain, they departed the bar, leaving their friend lying on the floor. 

I was thankful for his defense, but could have done without the attention it got me. I tilted my head and hid my face until Jack was ready to leave. 

 

~~~ 

 

Back on the boat, I had a good cry by myself in Jack's stateroom. Funny thing, a short concentrated pity party - puts things in perspective. Relieves stress. I should suggest it to Hando. Heh.

Calling softly to me from the other side of the stateroom door, Jack beckoned me to meet him on deck when I was ready. I picked up the pieces and joined my gracious host. Before he could speak, I asked if it was okay if I shared some feelings with him about Hando. Asked if I could get a brother point-of-view on a few things. The look on his face told me that how happy he was that I asked. That I was willing to share that part of me.

He listened intently and offered his opinions. How good it felt to talk to someone! 

Lying in his arms on the deck, looking at the stars I heard him speak. "I would have never put you in a position like I did tonight purposefully. Do you forgive me?"

"Jack." I patted his chest. "You did nothing wrong, if anything you gave me leave from the cruel world if for just a while." 

Twirling my hair in his fingers. "I would hope that I did more than that." 

Turning to face him. "That and much more." 

"I still have one last thing to do to you tonight, Miss Teener." 

"Oh?" 

He pulled me in for a kiss and pressed his arousal into my belly. "You have a wager to satisfy..."

 

~~~

 

Jack Was Every Inch A Sailor

'Twas twenty-five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light
He came into this world of woe one dark and stormy night
He was born on board his father's ship as she was lying to
'Bout twenty-five or thirty miles southeast of Bacalhao.

 

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